Next Stop, Happiness (ENGLISH Ver. Novel)

I was looking for the synopsis of Autumn Concerto and stumbled upon MinSquare91's translation for the novel "Next Stop, Happiness". I couldn't stop reading, but the translation wasn't completed and I simply can't stand the suspense. So I thought I would go out to buy the novel itself... and here I continue translating where MinSquare91 left off.
MinSquare91's translation can be found here: http://subsbymin.viviti.com/next-stop-happiness-english-ver-novel-

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What had happened, 6 years ago?
Was it true, that Mucheng left him because she couldn't bear enduring hardships with him? Or perhaps there were other reasons untold?
Was his mother involved somehow?
Late at night, Guangxi was still in his office, compiling the notes for tomorrow's court hearings. But he couldn't calm his thoughts, constantly seeing Mucheng's unreadable expression in his mind.
He had a nagging feeling that whatever happened 6 years ago, Mucheng wasn't telling the truth. He tried to recall in details their conversation just before she left him 6 years ago, and analysing her actions with his lawyer's mind.
Things just didn't add up. Mucheng has never been a materialistic gal. If her words were true; that she's exhausted, that she wanted a better life, why then was she an unwedded mother, working herself to bones, bringing up Xiao Le all by herself in Huatian Village?
Even if Tuoye's family couldn't accept a bride who's an unwedded mother, she could have married others. If she had marry a man of modest wealth, she could still have an easier time. But she bit her teeth and shouldered her responsibilities without a word.
A gal such as her, a gal who has suffered all her life, was he supposed to believe that she couldn't bear enduring hardships with him?
Guangxi thought of Mucheng and the sufferings she must have endured bringing up Xiao Le alone, and his heart ached.
How she must have suffered...
Someone knocked. Guangxi pulled himself out of his own thoughts and was disconcerted to see the object of his thoughts standing in front of him this very moment.
She looked rather pale, her smile was rather weak, and her eyes were apologetic, perhaps she was worried her presence is unwanted here.
"What brings you here?"
"It's late and yet you are still hard at work, so I...", she took a deep breath, then held up a thermal food holder,"decided to bring you some supper."
"Supper?", Guangxi was happily surprised, and he closed their distance. Is this her peace offering?
"Are you hungry? Have you had dinner?", she looked at him with apprehension.
"I had dinner, but it was only sandwiches," he smiled, "what do you have for me?"
"Beef rice."
Beef rice? He hesitated.
"Would you want some?" she took a fugitive glance at his hesitant look, as she waited for his rejection.
Guangxi wasn't thinking of refusing. He stopped short because beef rice had held such significance in their past; sweetness and sadness, happiness and pain, being together and losing each other.
"Here, sit down," Guangxi pulled his wife to sit beside him on the sofa, and opened the food holder. The aroma of beef stew assaulted his senses, bringing back happy memories of their past. He took a mouthful, and started chewing, his emotions barely in check.
"Do you like it?" she asked softly.
His eyes were bright with unshed tears. He took another mouthful before nodding.
Mucheng watched him wolfed down his supper, and she felt a lump in her throat, as affected as her husband.
Guangxi ate too quickly and choked on his food. She hurriedly got him a glass of water, rubbing his back as he drank.
He looked at her sheepishly, "Silly, wasn't it?"
She shook her head.
"Well, that was a delicious supper," he said.
"I'm glad you like it," she replied softly, as she looked at him wondering how to approach the matter.
He sensed she had more to say, "What is it?"
"I ... I'll like to...", Mucheng bit her lips, and her hands tugged at her skirt uneasily.
"Go on, it's alright, tell me," he gently coaxed, half expecting her to explain her decision of leaving him 6 years ago.
"I'll like to ask a favour from you. Can you ... be Tuoye's defend lawyer?"
"WHAT?" Guangxi was stunned, this wasn't what he had been waiting to hear.
"He's accused of murder!" she explained hurriedly, "But he's innocent, it's all a misunderstanding, he didn't do it!"
He glared at her, for the longest moment, and then with voice raw with cool anger, he spoke, "So this is the reason for bringing me supper tonight?"
It wasn't a peace offering, it was all done for Tuoye! What a fool. To have entertained foolish thoughts that perhaps she too yearned for their past. All along, the man in her heart was Tuoye, not him...
"Guangxi, would you not help?" Mucheng asked, her tone cautious and uncertain.
Guangxi barked a mirthless laugh, got up and turned away from her, staring sightlessly out of the window, into the night. "If I don't agree to help, perhaps you would walk out on me, taking Xiao Le with you, won't you?"
"I ..." Mucheng was lost for words. She wasn't quite sure why, but she sensed an icy indifference in her husband's words, and she felt a surge of pain in her heart.
"OK, I'll help," he turned back, his expression relentless as he gazed at her with farthomless eyes, "Worry not. I will save the man you love."